And in a nasty war, where's the best place to be? Apart from on the moon, o' course? No one?" Slowly, Jade raised a hand." Go on, then," said the sergeant." In the army, sarge," said the troll. "'cos..." She began to count on her fingers. "One, you got weapons an' armor an' that. Two, you are surrounded by other armed men. Er... Many, house gettin' paid and gettin' better grub than the people in Civilian Street. Er... Lots, if'n you give up, you're getting taken Paris'NER and dear's rules about that like Not Kicking Paris'news Anna Head and stuff, 'cos if you kick their Paris'news inn ahead they'll kick your Paris'news inn ahead so that's, like, you're kickin' your own head, but dear's no rule say you can't kick enemy civilians inn ahead. There's other stuff too, but I ran out numbers.

— Terry Pratchett

And just when you’d think [humans] were more malignant than ever Hell could be, they occasionally showed more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of.

— Terry Pratchett

And now I demand that you do what the ignorant might feel is the easier thing. You must refrain from dying in battle. Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards. The dead are not your masters.

— Terry Pratchett

And now the birds were singing overhead, and there was a soft rustling in the undergrowth, and all the sounds of the forest that showed that life was still being lived blended with the souls of the dead in a woodland requiem. The whole forest now sang for Granny Weather wax.

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And one day Amber takes her troll’s dinner down to the cave and finds him—” Rock waved his hands in vague yet thoroughly descriptive motions “—with another lady troll. So she goes home and get her club and come back and beat him to death, thump, thump, thump. ’Cos he was her troll and he's done her wrong. Is very romantic song.

— Terry Pratchett

And people think she killed him?" said Miss Tick. She sighed. "They probably think she cooked him in the oven, or some

— Terry Pratchett

And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.

— Terry Pratchett

And so Mort came at last to the river Ankh, greatest of rivers. Even before it entered the city, it was slow and heavy with the silt of the plains, and by the time it got to The Shades even an agnostic could have walked across it. It was hard to drown in the Ankh, but easy to suffocate.

— Terry Pratchett

And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn't that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people. As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they didn't measure up.

— Terry Pratchett

And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'Cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

— Terry Pratchett